I was in a library sitting in front of a large window that overlooked a tiny creek. In my hands was a magazine article containing a withering critique of philanthropy, both the mega-foundation juggernauts and the mom and pop outfits. It was so withering I read it twice.
Thoughts on My Volunteer Service
Thoughts on My Volunteer Service
Thoughts on My Volunteer Service
I was in a library sitting in front of a large window that overlooked a tiny creek. In my hands was a magazine article containing a withering critique of philanthropy, both the mega-foundation juggernauts and the mom and pop outfits. It was so withering I read it twice.